God.
That's kinda sad.
Can you forget how to fuck?
Is there a virginity reset?Like, after fifteen years of celibacy, you're officially a virgin again?If so, can I have that in writing?A certificate of achievement, or something.
Is it pathetic?
Maybe I should just give up the whole thing and become a nun.But then, I don't much care for organized religion, which I suppose presents a problem for that plan.
But then I think about Noah Austin on the steps of my garage, gazing up at me with big, deep, dark blue eyes, and I think about his hands on my waist, how he effortlessly lifted my 5'10", 160lb frame.
How he pinned me to the fridge and kissed me like I was his next breath.
I think about how wet my underwear was, just from kissing him.
And I know that I won't be joining a nunnery any time soon.
I want more of Noah Austin.Yes, I'm terrified of being hurt again, but…it's Noah.
Even while watching reality TV shows on my iPad in bed, my mind keeps going back to the kisses with Noah.
And just because I've been celibate doesn't mean I've lost all desire.I masturbate regularly.I still look at a hot guy and drool a little.Notice a nice, tight ass or a sexy pair of shoulders, and don't even get me on veiny, muscular forearms.
All of which Noah possesses.
Sleep is slow in coming, mainly because my thoughts are a horny, chaotic train wreck.Noah silhouetted in my doorframe, backlit, naked, looking at me like I'm his next meal.Noah in turnout bottoms and nothing else.Better yet, just a length of hose…if you know what I mean.
I wake up with a start, sweating, panting, and on the verge of orgasming—the details of the dream fade swiftly, and I'm left with a vague dream-fragment memory of Noah above me, doing deliciously dirty things to me.
It's not until I use my fingers to make myself come that I find enough respite from the horniness to finally get to sleep.
